Posts By: T T

An mmhmm is softer, sweeter than yes—
out of my mother’s mouth, a bright song—how
beautiful, this flavor of English, best
served over the phone, best from Mother, now

The field behind our house tonight
reminds me of an empty bed
with drifts of snow like wrinkled sheets
and shadows where you laid your head.

One way they enter is to pause,
hooved, indelicate among the trees
where elms and oaks rise in a remnant forest.
Ears cupped toward the slightest sound

This autumn morning, after the freeze,
They held a summit of the trees.
Motions were made and seconded,
And all the ochre, brown, and red
Snowed down. Each ruined crown agrees

Blissed with the notion of forbidden lust, lothario
of forever-mantled satisfaction, prolong
this unreal engagement—senses multiplied and shunted
in constant theme and variation—prolapse, my wandering

Attune and attenuate,
love’s a minor magistrate
strapping a wand to her
inner moon, a pearled mound